Nature is always speaking. The question is whether we’ve remembered how to listen.
My Highest Teacher
Nature is one of my highest teachers.
She is a porthole – leading me to the higher teachers that are more subtle than she is. The ones that don’t have leaves or roots or wings, but move through everything that does. The intelligence underneath the intelligence. The thing that makes a seed know what to become.
One of the most recent messages I received from her is that she holds no grudges. That she is always ready – when we are, for complete harmonization of our every system. Inviting us back into her rhythm, back into relationship, back in sync with her, as though the invitation never expired.
The seasons never resent winter. The ocean doesn’t remember yesterday’s storm. A forest does not withhold spring because autumn came too soon. Nature is endlessly available to begin again, and perhaps that is one of the greatest teachings.
The Noise Between Us
What stops us from receiving this freely offered tune of our instruments? In my opinion it’s all the noise.
The lower, more dense vibrational frequencies of our everyday life overpower our remembrance and sensitivities to the more subtle and powerful languages of life. The screens, the schedules, the constant electrical hum of the modern world penetrating the body pond. We get so accustomed to the noise that we forget there was ever anything underneath it.
But there was. There is. Always.
Nature hasn’t gone anywhere or grown silent. Perhaps we just stopped being able to hear her over everything else we invited in. The conversation never stopped, only our participation in it.
Returning to the Conversation
So how do we reconnect? By seeking simplicity.
Feel the conversation, the communion of the sunshine and your vessel. Feel it as deeply as possible. Feel the sunshine speaking to your every cell. Penetrating a charge so deeply, replenishing your entire organism. Feel this as intelligence. As an intelligent conversation between source and your being.
When eating, close your eyes. Imagine becoming only your mouth. Track every altering flavor – remembering this food as a living cell, which has also absorbed the love of the sun. Feel the response of your body, your saliva, your feelings of pleasure. Imagine your every cell in communication with every flickering bit of intelligent nutrition. Remember where the food has come from.
When you see an insect, look into its eyes as deeply as possible. Make your own eyes naked. Let old perceptions and conditioned assumptions dissolve into the intense pulse of this moment now.
These are not spiritual exercises. They are rememberings. The body already knows how to do all of this. It has been doing it since long before we had words for any of it.
She is Everywhere
You don’t have to lie on the earth to reconnect to all of the power she holds. She is everywhere.
In the sunshine on your skin while you drink your morning coffee. In the food dissolving on your tongue. In the tiny insect making its way across the floor that you almost stepped on. In the rain on the window. In the smell of wet earth after a storm.
She is always transmitting. Always ready, holding no grudges and no conditions and no expiry date on the invitation.
The only thing ever required of us is to get still enough to feel it. To make our senses naked. To let the dense frequencies settle for just long enough that the subtle ones can come back through.
Ladies and gents – I’m sending out a shockwave of love for y’all.
Living in these amazing times when we are all unraveling at such an accelerated rate is the magic I have dreamed of my whole life.
I love you,
Meghan xx